Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Q65,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.